Complimentary
Jimin had fallen asleep, her face sticky and still, laid against Mina's toned thigh. She had licked Mina's cunt until the sound of the lush ocean outside had merged with the lash of her tongue. Mina's copy of The Price of Salt laid abandoned in the wrinkled sheets, her hands elegantly arranged above her and her breathing even. When Jimin woke, she was overwhelmed with the lingering scent of last night's marathon. Four orgasms. Not hers - never hers - but Mina's. Both of them were dreaming, in a way.
Distantly, Jimin pitied the hostel staff. The two of them had gotten characteristically messy. Mina's orgasms were a show in and of themselves, quaking their way through her body until she was rendered fragile and gentle. If Mina wasn't absolutely sopping by the end of round one, Jimin had failed. Patiently, she'd wait by Mina's side, nipping at her sloping neck until she was ready to use her girl again. Jimin was gentle, taking care to ensure that the gestures weren't intrusive, instead functioning as a simple reminder that Jimin and her faithful tongue were there to service her.
Mina's head rose gracefully from the pillow. She yawned, catlike, before resting a hand on Jimin's forehead. "Good morning, Sir," Jimin whispered, watching Mina carefully as she rose. She was certain Mina belonged to a vision, toeing the frayed line between reality and fantasy. Jimin couldn't have been the only one who thought that.
"Mmm. Hi. What do you want to do today, darling? Any suggestions?" Mina pushed Jimin's hair away from her eyes, brushing it back. Jimin licked her lips to see if she could still taste Mina, to no avail. Days ago, Mina had offhandedly mentioned using Jimin's mouth as an alarm clock. Her Lady had the brightest ideas - of course - she couldn't think of a more optimal way for them to begin their days. She would patiently wait for Mina to reintroduce the concept. No matter how desperately Jimin wanted to tonguefuck Mina at all times, what she wanted even more was to obey.
"We could go shopping, or swimming, we could go horseback riding..." Jimin tapped on Mina's stomach, then crawled up to rest her head on Mina's chest. Instinctively, Mina brought her fingers to Jimin's scalp to trail her thumb across her roots.
"You just want to see my ass in riding pants. Let's stay here and have breakfast. Bring me the phone."
"Yes, Sir." Regretfully, Jimin swiftly removed herself from her home between Mina's legs, plotting a few worshipful kisses over Mina's knees on her way to the phone. Jimin would've been happy to place the call herself, but she knew that Mina would choose both of their meals - as usually.
"Hello, yes... Thank you, that's perfect. Yes, see you soon. Wonderful." Jimin zoned out watching Mina order; she hadn't even heard what she'd requested, but she knew Mina would make the best choices for them. She had good taste. Mina wordlessly handed the phone back to Jimin, who carefully replaced it on the receiver. "Let's fuck on the terrace tonight. I want the stars to see us." Mina's voice was dreamy, hazy.
"Let's fuck everywhere," Jimin whispered back.
"We will. All over the world. Come here. I want another."
Jimin beamed and returned to her favorite spot: laying flat on her stomach with her nose a few centimeters away from Mina's pussy. Eager. Always.
Although Jimin didn't have plenty of partners before, Mina was surely one who warranted the word ' princess '. Regal, she'd perch at the top of the bed with her legs spread and beckon for Jimin to take her position. Mina liked to feel herself up while Jimin went to work, fingers dusting across her breasts and collarbones. Not a temple, but a castle.
"So perfect, unnie," Jimin mumbled between licks.
"You're right," Mina moaned, arching her back.
When Mina unraveled, it was with just the right amount of grace. Still, she didn't deprive herself of the joys of sloppy sex, moaning brightly while she rubbed her cunt on Jimin's face. She'd kiss Jimin after, hard, inpatient. Her lips would curl into a smile and the motion would sever the silvery string of cum that connected them.
Mina opened her legs wider and laid back on the luxe pillows. Lazily, her hand drifted down to rub her clit. "Watch me first." Jimin's mouth watered as Mina stroked her own pussy lips, staring intently ahead, fiercely focused on the practicted movement of Mina's increasingly damp fingers.
"Please, unnie," Jimin whined. Mina hushed her by placing her wet thumb between Jimin's parted lips.
Mina moved her palm to the back of Jimin's head, at once pushing Jimin down and her hips upwards. Jimin moaned as her tongue met Mina's pussy, immediately latching onto her clit and sucking. Threading her drenched fingers through Jimin's mess of hair, Mina rubbed her pussy across Jimin's face. "Fuck. Perfect. I taught you... taught you well."
Early on in their rendezvous, Jimin had been informed that if she wasn't panting each time that she surfaced for air, she wasn't doing it how Mina liked it. When Jimin could, she'd forgo air altogether, opting instead to wait for Mina to wrench her away by her hair. And when Mina's body was finally overburdened by the pleasure Jimin had brought, she'd push Jimin away, twitching as she tipped over the edge. Jimin would gaze, a witness, completely enamored with Mina's pussy, Mina's sounds. Mina.
"Breakfast in bed," Jimin joked softly, her chin and lips glistening with wetness. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead, "tastes so good. So good." Mina interrupted Jimin's babbling by shoving her shimmering face back into her pussy, wedging Jimin's nose against her clit and riding it. The next time that Jimin was permitted to breathe, while Mina was writhing and shuddering through the orgasm Jimin had given her, she expressed her earnest appreciation with words instead of her mouth. She spoke urgently: "Thank you for letting this girl worship your pussy, unnie. Thank you for letting your girl worship your pussy, unnie."
"My girl. Mine," Mina purred, "my good girl. Fuck." Blissfully, Mina's head fell back.
"Room service!" called a far-off voice. Jimin pulled away and licked her lips, starting to raise her hand to wipe her mouth clean of cum.
Briskly, Mina snatched Jimin's wrist mid-air with a sweet smile. "No. Don't do that. I want them to know."
